| Water was running; |
| children were running
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| You were running out of time
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| Under the mountain, a golden fountain
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| Were you praying at the Lares shrine?
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| But ohh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
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| Ohh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
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| We found you hiding, we found you lying
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| Choking on the dirt and sand
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| Your former glories and all the stories
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| Dragged and washed with eager hands
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| But ohh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
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| Ohh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
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| Your city lies in dust
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| Water was running; |
| children were running
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| We found you hiding, we found you lying
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| Water was running; |
| children were running
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| We found you hiding, we found you lying
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| Your city lies in dust
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| Ohh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
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| Hot and burning in your nostrils
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| Pouring down your gaping mouth
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| Your molten bodies blanket of cinders
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| Caught in the throes.......
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| Ohh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
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| Ohh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
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| Ohh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
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| Ohh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
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| Your city lies in dust |